Chapter 25- Creep


All throughout the day, Kurt had sensed a presence behind him. McKinley had made him into a more cautious person, so obviously he turned around to check who it was. Each time, he saw nothing out of the ordinary, something which confused him.

Karofsky was no longer attending the school, which put more of a spring in Kurt's step. After his expulsion, the other jocks had seemingly fallen in line under Coach Sylvester's old regime, even though she was no longer the Principal. She was still as formidable as ever, something which deterred the usually pig-headed jocks from tormenting Kurt which he was inordinately glad about.

Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.

He took a chance while walking to Glee Club with Tina. He turned around, startling the girl, and then he saw the thing that had been bothering him for the entire day.

"JBI."

The boy tried to duck out of the way, but he was immensely conspicuous, especially with the dwindling numbers of students in the hallways just after the last bell had chimed out its glorious notes.

"Have you been following me all day?"

Tina frowned. "That's creepy."

Jacob's eyes widened considerably. "I…I got a tip off about the real reason why Karofsky was expelled. I thought you might know some more about the whole ordeal."

Kurt sighed. "Let me tell you something, you creep, and you had better listen the fuck up. This is not the Boston Globe. You are not part of the Spotlight team. You are a sad, pathetic junior in high school who writes a blog that nobody even looks at. You're hopelessly infatuated with Rachel Berry, a fact which would ordinarily shake me to me very core, but the fact that it's you repulses me even more so, something which is very hard to do. I have a strong stomach, Ben Israel, but the sight of you and your two-sizes-too-small polo shirts that have been saturated with sweat makes me want to empty the contents of my stomach into the nearest garbage receptacle.

"You need to learn that people do not care whether you write your gossip blog or not. And I would rather you ask me for an interview rather than following me around hoping that you could get some shred of information about something I know absolutely nothing about! I have no interest in talking to wannabe journalists with no self-respect and no sense of boundaries."

"Rumour has it that you professed your undying love with Dave Karofsky, forcing him to move out the state under the guise of expulsion to save the eternal embarrassment of receiving your feelings."

Kurt paused for a second before tipping his head back and cackling loudly.

Jacob frowned.

"Do you honestly think that I have completely gone and lost my mind? David Karofsky, during his time here and during middle school, was my worst bully. I'm a very smart man, Ben Israel, I'm not about to let myself have feelings for the most despicable person I've ever met in my entire life. And for you to even suggest that is extremely annoying and I will not accept it.

"It's time that you took stock of what's going on around you. Let me tell you before you think that you're more important than you actually are."

Tina chuckled in the background.

"That camera and that notepad you carry around do not make you special. Your actions and the way that you treat people are the things that you're judged by. You've been following me around all day just to confirm some stupid rumours you heard around this godforsaken cesspool! That doesn't make you a good person. You're like Perez Hilton; spreading gossip just for the sake of gossip! You have no idea how these things affect people. Now if you want a fucking story, go and talk to Karofsky, instead of harassing me about things that I don't know anything about!"

"So I'll just write no comment?" JBI asked.

Kurt was seething. "No you will not! You will write nothing. Or I can repeat my various diatribes to you so that you can transcribe them if that most pleases you. I know that if you write 'no comment', you'll leave the implication that I was hiding something and that is not what happened. It's a pity that your camera is turned off right now or else you could have recorded this conversation and let the entire world know just how much of a creep you are!

"Oh and if you ever demand a pair of a woman's underwear in exchange for your journalistic silence, I will not hesitate to make sure that you will never be able to even think about walking again, do you hear me?"

Jacob nodded, terrified.

"You will apologise to Rachel and stop being such a fucking pervert towards her. She doesn't want you and she never will. She's happily dating my brother, now leave it alone. Oh, and all of this?

"Off the record."